Unable to Run Away

Moira's POV

I've learned the hard way that Peace is always temporary.

I’d been lying to myself these past few weeks, pretending that the quiet hum of Leah’s bar, the clinking glasses, the chatter of women who had become my sisters, meant safety.

Pretending that the human village could swallow me whole, bury my past, and let me breathe as if I wasn’t the wolf who couldn’t shift.

These days something has been shifting.

Shadows lurking too long outside the windows, ...